A Catboy Enters

The door opens. It's to the sight of the young catboy with black hair. Without a word, he unlocks the padlock on your heavy iron collar. The chain falls away, and a sense of weightlessness graces you.

“Go,” he whispers. His slit-pupil eyes are serious, narrowed and hard. “I didn't sign up for this shit. Just get out and don't look back.”

His black tail flicked nervously once.

“If they wake up… I never saw you.”

He steps back into the shadows, ears twitching, giving you one last look before turning away.

You're free.